#sirius obscene black

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Prompt 29 - Tie

@jegulus-microfic May 29, Word count 646

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Regulus moved his things to the Gryffindor sixth years dorm room. James was ecstatic. He cleared a space in the wardrobe for Regulus to use and gave him some space to settle in. 

He took the others down to the common room. Regulus had apparently left his chest and enough things in his Slytherin dorm that it looked like he was still living there. 

Sirius plonked himself in Remus’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. He whispered something that made Remus blush redder than James had ever seen him. Whatever Sirius had just said to him James had no doubt he didn’t want to know. 

Since the rest of the house had been so welcoming to Regulus, Sirius and Remus had slowly been making their relationship known. They’d gone from simple hand holding to full on making out in an armchair and the Gryffindors had just gotten on with it. James wished they’d been just a tiny bit bothered, so Sirius wasn’t so bold with his personal displays of affection. Not that James was a prude or anything, Sirius was just obscene and Remus didn't stop him.

Regulus came back down once he was finished unpacking and promptly sat on James’s lap, mirroring his brother. 

“All done, love?” James asked as he wrapped his arm around Regulus’s waist. 

“Yup,” Regulus looked over at his brother and Remus. “Yuck, no one needs to see that.” He pulled his wand out of his robes and flicked it towards the embracing pair. A cascade of freezing water rained down on them. Laughter erupted around the room. 

“Thanks Regulus,”

“Nice one mini Black,”

A few of the older Gryffindors cheered him on. Sirius jumped up from Remus’s lap and launched himself on Regulus and James, shaking his head like a dog and soaking them as well. The laughter got louder. 

“Hey, Prongs, did you give him his moving in present?” Sirius asked as he wrung his robes out onto the floor. 

“Oh yeah, nearly forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Padfoot.” James picked up the flat box from the table beside him and handed it to Regulus. 

They all watched as he pulled the gold ribbon off the red box and lifted the lid. Nestled inside on black tissue paper was a Gryffindor Tie. 

“Welcome to the family, Reggie,” Sirius beamed at him. James felt his heart bursting with love as Regulus wrapped the red and gold tie around his neck and let Remus perform a drying charm on him. 

They spent the rest of the day just hanging out. Peter challenged Regulus to a game of chess. Sirius caught James’s eye and tried to hide a snort as Peter set up the board. James wasn’t sure what was wrong with Sirius, but he watched with interest when Regulus accepted the challenge. 

It wasn’t even close. Regulus wiped the floor with Peter in six moves. 

“Wow that’s impressive.” Remus said when Peter was gaping open mouthed at his fallen King. 

“That’s nothing,” Sirius snickered, “Reggie was going easy on him. I’ve seen him win in two moves.”

“What, that’s impossible.” Remus shook his head in disbelief. 

“Don’t underestimate Regulus, Moony,” James grinned at the back of his boyfriend's head as he started setting up the chess board again. 

When Peter finally admitted defeat, darkness had descended. Sirius and Remus had snuck off some hours ago to get food from the kitchens and returned grinning like idiots at each other and being very touchy-feely. James rolled his eyes. They must have made a detour to the come and go room. 

They’d just started on the mini treacle tarts when the first peal of thunder grumbled in the distance. All five heads snapped up and looked out the window as the sky was lit up by a bolt of lightning, followed again by another loud rumble of thunder. 

It was time. 

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[kairospy]

James Potter is the kind of guy to lie about his height, just not in the conventional way. Allow me to elaborate:

He’s 6 feet even but tells every other guy he meets he’s 5’10. Why? To see the sheer panic in their eyes

[sheepnamedog]

Sirius and buckbeak on a beach somewhere

[padfootastic]

Day 1 - Prongsfoot Week 2023

massive thanks to the lovely Jen for organising another wonderful event for us!!! you're the best <3

What are the first 5 things that pop to mind when you think about Prongsfoot?

oooh okay, okay, not as easy as u think, this one. because the only thing that pops into mind when i think about pf is like. cacophonous screaming. incoherence. a teenage fangirl running around a room, arms waving madly, mind lost in the obsession. im uh. a bit unhinged for j&s, if u couldnt tell so far lol. but i'll try.

soulmates. in every world, they're connected to each other and they'll find each other. it's a comforting thought precisely because of how tragic canon j/s is.

unattainable. both of individually, and together, are so far out of most people's leagues its not even funny. they're an intimidatingly attractive couple, and they're almost always in the middle of an inside joke that no one else understands. their friendship is inherently exclusionary and it doesnt bother them at all

affectionate beyond belief. gosh they're a public menace. in any decent society, they'd get locked up for obscenity and 'offending sensibilities' and 'outraging the modesty of people' etc etc bc theyre SO all over each other all the time. its a problem.

jigsaw puzzle. they fit like one, filling in each other's cracks perfectly. at any given time, they're what the other needs, and both consciously and subconsciously at that. seeing them together is a treat bc they're so in sync its almost unreal. even...magical, one could say ;)

larger than life. they're not. a real couple ykno? its not a relationship you'd want in reality, nor does it make sense for that to happen. it's fantastical and amazing and not constrained by practical concerns. u dont have to worry yourself with minor issues bc these two are just. *that* intertwined. i dont know how to explain this one properly haha but just know, they're not a relatable couple nor do they try to be.

[ziggstar]

ultra specific headcanon that is so right: the black brothers can't ride a bike. at all.

[del-stars]

black family dinners were high fashion editorial absurdity bordering on surrealism. they were famous for always starting obscenely late because every single one of them is taking hours to perfect their appearance. the house of black rests on narcissistic individuality - they all think they’re the hottest, smartest, most fashionable person in the room, including (especially) sirius and andromeda. walburga and druella are constantly trying to outdo one another with how extravagant the dinner itself can be, which means they’re eating shit you’ve never heard of before served by house elves on stilts

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Celebrations and Confessions

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIRIUS BLACK

Remus has been looking forward to Sirius' eighteenth since the marauders first started planning for it. Seventh year has made the war feel all too real, and having a day to celebrate someone who means so much to him, to all of them, is more than welcome.

It's the biggest celebration the marauders have ever thrown. Sirius is practically worshipped all day, and the amount of decorations and alcohol the other marauders have shoved under their beds for the evening is obscene.

The party is absolutely magnificent. Remus mostly stays on the sidelines. Watching Sirius have fun is better than being in the throws of the party itself. The smile on Sirius' face is absolutely radiant. Honestly, he's fucking glowing.

By the time it hits 2am, Remus knows the party isn't dying down anytime soon. He's had a bloody brilliant time, but it's slightly too close to the next full moon for him to be able to pull an all nighter like the rest of his insane lot. He decides to slip away quietly. Sirius would be all too willing to abandon the party to come with him, but Remus doesn't want to cut his fun in half. Not when he needs it more than anybody, after Regulus' strange transformation from a quiet, angry kid to head of the Deatheaters-in-Training, as the Gryffindors like to refer to them.

Sirius needs a night of forgetting.

That decided, Remus sneaks out of the common room, up the stairs, and into the dorm unnoticed. At least, he thinks it went unnoticed. That is, until the door creaks open as Remus sits on his bed, legs crossed. He looks up at the door, only to find Sirius walking in with a small smile.

"Hey. You turning in for the night?" He asks.

"Yeah," Remus nods, rooting around for his book. "How come you're not out there having fun?"

"Oh, I've had plenty fun," Sirius waves him off like it's nothing. "Also, I was kind of hoping I could talk to you."

"Of course you can," Remus says, trying to bite back any tension building. At this point, he and Sirius have had every negative conversation under the sun, so he knows that it's probably not anything bad. Still, it's always going to be a nerve-wracking thing to hear. Sirius settles opposite Remus on his bed.

"So, er..." He starts fidgeting with his hands, looking down as he contemplates his words. "Seventh year has been... eye opening. What with the war, and the fact that everything's going to get really shit really quickly. One thing about my birthday this year, turning eighteen, it got me thinking. Since life after school is going to be bloody terrifying, it's probably worth doing some things that scare the shit out of me now." Remus is pretty taken aback by this. Sirius has been doing terrifying shit his entire life, with his insane fucking family. This doesn't quite feel like something Remus can interrupt, so he keeps his mouth shut. "You don't have to say anything, and I- I don't want to make anything awkward. This is more about... doing something scary and getting it off my chest. Christ, I'm really waffling, aren't I?" Remus chuckles at that.

"Whatever you want to get off your chest, Padfoot, you can say it. I won't be upset."

"I don't know, you might be."

"It's pretty much impossible to be mad at you, Sirius." They'd been through the worst, this couldn't be anywhere near as bad as that. Sirius nods, taking a deep breath and meeting Remus' eyes.

"I'm in love with you."

Oh.

Oh.

Remus, for once, is rendered speechless. His eyes widen, as poor Sirius starts to elaborate. He always does this when he's stressed, Remus knows that. He wants to say something, but he can't get his brain to do anything other than repeat he loves me he loves me he loves me he-

"I have for a while, now. I just- I think you're incredible. I've always been... I don't know, I just worried that it was going to ruin our friendship. Especially after fifth year, and rebuilding everything. The thing is, I'm getting a lot worse at hiding it, and I figured it would be best to just get it off my chest. I know you probably don't feel the same way, and that's fine. I just... wanted you to know, I guess."

He's not going to stop anytime soon, is he?

Remus really needs to do something. Words aren't going to come to him anytime soon, and there's only one other solution, really.

"I really hope this doesn't wreck everything, though, because you mean the world to me-" He's cut off when Remus finally manages to do something. Namely, leaning in and connecting their lips.

He hears Sirius gasp, sending Remus' stomach back flipping. Maybe it's the firewhisky, maybe the adrenaline, but in Remus' brief moment of boldness, he lets his hand slide into Sirius' hair. He's rewarded with Sirius deepening the kiss. It's overwhelming, all-consuming, incredible.

After what could be seconds, could be hours, but isn't long enough, they break away, eyes meeting.

"Yep. this is officially my favourite birthday," Sirius says, a grin spreading across his face.

[delicrieux]

𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑫, 7. year one: up to mid october, 1972

pairing for this chapter—f!lestrange!reader x sirius black warnings for this chapter—sum swear & sirius being a prat word count—2.5k

a short awaited confrontation and a new friend.

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over the course of the month, it seems that the sight of you has become repulsive to sirius. he could not bear to look at you for more than it took to notice you in the crowd or to recognize your voice echoing before the body belonging to it reached him. he’d flee, usually, and refrain, in a completely un-sirius fashion, from making a gigantic scene. this would have been odd to you if only the pain of seeing his hastily retreating back wasn’t too much.

don’t be so harsh with me please, you’d want to tell him, i’ve done nothing but love you.

instead, “what. is. with. you,” and each word punctuated with an angry smack to his forearm. he glares, and he wiggles out the way of your unrelenting pursuit to beat him into submission. his friends watch frozen, stuck somewhere between amusement and desire to pull sirius back into the safe confines of the gryffindor tower. you will not allow them. not this time, at least, “you stuck up, insufferable—“

“piss off,” he nurses his bruises, though you aren’t strong enough to leave any.

you falter in your step, but the anger doesn’t die. he must know how his look wounds. he must. “piss off?” you parrot, and it rings much smaller and fainter than his had, “piss off? that’s all i get from you?”

“expect something different?” he bites, and bites, and bites, and he maims and mars until there is a thread between your hands and his heart thin as ivory wire. his eyes appraise and they dance and they hate, “why don’t you run back to your regulus.”

ah. there it is. the venom.

“sirius-“ james starts, and both of your glares cut him into two.

“shut up,” the both of you, again, together. you mirror his dark look and try to decide which words of the infinite welling quickly are most fitting. they sink with and through you; an anger and a hurt not meant to be felt by someone so inexperienced. when you and sirius argue, it is never as dire, even if it feels like it was. sirius never starts rows he cannot win, even if it’s him that loses most in the end, “family matter.”

james looks as though he’d rather be anywhere else but in the windy courtyard, shadowed by the cold arches of a loggia. peter, cheeks and ears burning, nervously rubs his hands together to dispel the cold. remus, already, is further ways down and watching, waiting for the rest to catch up. you won’t let them, not yet, not till you say your piece and abandon first, because father said the last word is always the winner.

you speak in french because you know he hates to hear it, because it reminds of home and you know he can’t stand home like he can’t stand you now, and it will hurt him, and it will make you happy, “regulus was right about you. you’ve become unthinkably cruel.”

he curls his lip, and it is with so much spite that it makes your teeth ache. his body rolls into itself, ready to explode and spit up his scorn all over your face. the insult must teeter on his tongue. you're more than ready for it. but something cracks and something flips and he reels back a bit, a show of restraint you thought him absent of.

"yeah, regulus, regulus always knows best, doesn't he?" your french mimicked in his mouth is dense, like syrup, "regulus, darling, regulus," a sneer that draws his lip to the high planes of his cheekbones, and a head tilting movement that is patronizing and obscene. it reminds you of his mother, "your regulus, isn't he the fucking best."

"he's not mine," you state tartly.

"hard to believe when he follows after you like a dog," he bites, and bites, and bites, but even through the layers upon layers, the soreness permeates and leaves you stricken into a stupor that only sirius can create, "listens and does everything you say. can't he think for himself. attached to your shoulder like some blithering pest."

you blink back the anger in your eyes. you are not going to cry, you tell yourself. if you do, then he will win, but he always does.

the boys stare at you. you don't know what to say. the feeling of it is tight and burns like an ulcer, "what has gotten into you? why do you hate me? i haven't-" your lips work through their turmoil, "-i haven't done anything to you."

he waves you off, dismissive. his hands tremble with some unspoken rage. "stop bothering me and go back to regulus. he's probably already looking for you."

the end of the conversation hangs heavily between you. sirius sniffs, and turns away in that blasé manner he always has with him, as if all life were a joke. his posture is too stiff and his features are too cold and he joins remus first as james and peter linger. you shake.

"i, uhm," james begins, but your glare silences him again. slowly, carefully, he nudges peter, "c'mon."

they leave, but james looks back. you miss it, head hung in defeat. your emotions threaten to burst free and splinter all over the stone. you think, in a hurry, how could you ever cover them up – with your hands, your body? is it the aftermath already, where everything is too obvious for pretence?

when it rains, it pours. it always has and you suspect it always will.

*

naturally, you are inconsolable. what a great big joke. no broom closet nor dusty cavern of the castle is familiar enough to hide in, and you cloak, despite its expanse, can hardly protect from sore eyes. the loo it is, locked in some stall and hiccupping. marzipan had mentioned finding a hufflepuff crying not a week in. she thought it amusing, and you did, too – who could ever abate decency and sob in the loo? what a terrible ploy for attention, had the girl expected consolation? no such could ever be found in marzipan, why, she said, and she said it proudly, she laughed quite loud and the crying stopped.

you would die on the spot if someone found you. it would feel like uncovering a horrible secret, being exposed in such a way. aren’t you a grown up? your birthday is soon, on a cold october night. grownups always breathe fine – besides your ditzy aunts – but you find there not being enough air. so much space and so little of it.

you fan yourself, and you heave, and in a tantrum you tussle out your cloak and throw it onto the gleaming white tiles.  your cheeks burn and there’s an ache in the apex of your head. crying like this, over a boy, no less? sirius, of all? rabastan would point and laugh, point and laugh, point and laugh.

there’s a knock on your stall’s door and you nearly topple over in a scurry to silence yourself.

“hi, sorry,” the voice is unfamiliar, but it sounds kind, “are you alright?”

perfect, not only have you embarrassed yourself, you’ve aroused the suspicion of an idiot. there’s a gentle creak on the wood, as if a weight has settled. an ear, perhaps, pressed onto the surface, but for what?

you will your shaky hands to settle by your stomach. the fingers pinch and pool on the woollen fabric of your sweater. you gulp, but it gets stuck, and the silence stretches, so still.

“i-yes,” you manage. this won’t do, the tears cling to your mouth, “i’m, i'm okay.”

“do you need some water?”

if you weren’t so distraught, you’d delight at the curtsy. stupidity must be contagious because you shake your head.

“no, no,” you say after a pause.

“a tissue perhaps?”

“i'm fine,” seems you have managed to locate your wits. from some hellish depths, no doubt. swiftly, you retrieve your cloak, “thank you.”

“’s no worries,” the voice pipes. it belongs to a girl, you think, who doesn't budge, and, instead, waits. it seems your dramatics have riled someone. even the staff would scold your sorry condition, all snot and tears and shaking limbs – quite undignified, "can you tell me why you're crying?"

oh, merlin, how wonderful, the prodding and the poking and the horrible sympathy. are you so pitiable? perhaps. in this state. it's still hard to believe a complete stranger has found themselves so comfortable, "if i say i'm not crying will you go?"

the girl laughs, light and tittering. for a moment, it startles you, too, "not very likely."

the air remains stagnant, as if it's thick and spinning. the echoes of your sniffles bounce along the walls. you could tell her to piss off. you've heard it enough in the span of the last hour.

"i had a fight with my friend," you say eventually, "i think he hates me."

"did you do something to make him hate you?"

your forehead grazes the stall door. it leaves a cold spot and it makes you wince, "no."

"hmm," there is a sound of shuffling and more creaking, "well, then i wouldn't be very worried. he sounds like a dick, and what you need friends like that for?"

a great deal, actually. what did you think you were doing these years, clinging to his arm and curling into his bed when it rains? "what am i supposed to do?"

"beat him up, i imagine, and sort his sorry arse out."

you snort, though not very amused, "tried that."

"good start," you imagine her nodding and crossing her arms, "now, if i were you, i'd hex him into tomorrow and we'll never hear from him again."

"sounds wicked," you lament. the thought has crossed your mind, but revenge crumbles into some mushy, pitiful mess if you think on it too long.

"positively evil," she agrees. the silence returns, but it's comfortable, "i’ve got parchment in case you wanna practice curses."

a corner of your mouth quirks. your chest aches, but it's no longer full and painful, "that's alright, thank you."

"always wanted to be an accomplice," you hear the smile in her voice, "no trouble at all."

a final stretch of quiet. it allows you to breathe, really breathe, and pull yourself into order, as it were. it's no pretty sight, the state of you, but it no longer compares to how you first came in, a crying mess. when you open the stall, and face the girl for the first time, a kind face greets you. her brown skin is flush, hair twisted into two plaited horns that are gathered into a half bun, the rest pinned around her head. your nose twitches, itchy.

she grins, "there you are. no longer crying."

the cold from the running faucet burns against your cheeks. the face that peers back at you from the mirror is dishevelled. red-rimmed eyes and wet splotches all over. you grimace, "look like a sordid mess."

"well, yes, but, like a normal sordid mess. like, almost pretty normal," she stands behind. a red lion's emblem is embroidered into her uniform. she tilts her head, "like, i look way worse when i do it. at least you cry prettily."

"oh, you think so?" you turn to her, "no one's ever said that."

her nose wrinkles, but the mirth isn't gone from her eyes, "well, don't suppose you make a habit of sobbing in front of others. lest you wouldn't have barricaded yourself in the stall."

you hum, "quite the excellent point."

she flashes her teeth and nods proudly, "of course, got many," there's a slight silence where she appraises you, "you're lestrange, right? i've seen you in my classes," she asks as though she knows, and extends her hand for you to shake, "i'm dorcas. meadowes. gryffindor.”

“slytherin,” you respond, but shake her hand anyway.

“can tell,” dorcas says, that same lilt of a smile on her lips, “you wear it with pride.”

yes, of course, because that is what lestrange do. her family name is unrecognizable, but you don't think to wonder on it much further. her eyes are friendly and warm, and she takes to fixing the wayward strands of your hair while you dab a bit of tissue paper to your nose. a few seconds go by, and she glances at you from under the hair fallen onto her forehead, "i still have parchment, and we could still get you those curses down."

"haven't the ink to draw any, unfortunately," you reply.

"hm. next time then," dorcas decides for herself, and makes for the door, "think a walk to the kitchens might be in order?" she leaves her invitation open-ended, her gaze expectant, "could use a warm cinnamon bun."

you wonder about her, dorcas meadowes, with the shiny dark eyes and plaits and how well she talks to strange girls who cry in bathroom stalls. "alright," you accept, the smile on your face not as strained, nor sad, nor angry, "lead the way."

[sc0rpiflow3r]

Lily shouldn’t be seeing this. Or should she?

A little snippet of the fic I’m working on instead of updating my other WIPs.

It’s 18+ and explicit. Don’t read if you’re not comfortable with that.

…

Leaning against the wall was Sirius.

His usually composed, unbothered demeanour was shattered. His skin was flushed, his chest heaving with each breath.

One hand gripped a bottle of firewhisky, the amber liquid sloshing inside, while the other was tangled in the messy dark hair of someone kneeling before him.

Not just anyone’s hair, Lily realised, heat flooding her face.

Potter’s hair.

Her eyes widened as she took in the scene.

James was on his knees, his eyes darkened with desire as his lips parted, wrapped around Sirius’s cock with a hunger she had never imagined someone would be capable of.

The wet sounds of his sucking were impossibly loud, a filthy rhythm that made her heart race in her chest.

Sirius groaned, his fingers tightening in James’s hair as he fucked into his mouth, his voice low and guttural.

"Merlin, James, your mouth... you’re perfect," Sirius rasped, his words strained with sheer lust. His hips moved with increasing speed, thrusting against James’s mouth. “You take me so well, love. So fucking well.”

Lily’s breath became shallow, each word, each thrust, igniting something deep within her.

Her legs trembled as a traitorous heat between her thighs surged with a force that was both unexpected and overwhelming. She pressed her legs together, desperately trying to alleviate the ache.

The sound of Potter sucking Black in deeper was all-consuming, wet and obscene, and Lily's heart hammered in her chest.

She wanted to look away, to walk away, to unsee the intimate exchange before her. But she couldn’t.

Her feet felt rooted to the ground, the pulse of the moment too strong, too magnetic to ignore.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Sirius panted, his face awash with pleasure. “Though it might be rude to leave our spectator out of the fun, don’t you think, Prongs?”

Lily’s breath stalled, and Sirius’ grey eyes opened, fixing on her with a wicked gleam and a smirk playing at his lips as he thrust once more against Potter’s mouth.

“Enjoying the show, Evans?” he drawled, his voice low and taunting.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she froze, caught in the intensity of his gaze.

....

[stars-taylorsversion]

hiya!! wanted to join in on the lil assignment of a marauders character u got goin on here so ^_^

☆ im verrrryyy sarcastic. like, it's bad.

☆ i love love love when people text me!!

☆ i like keyboard smashing like this:

aghhfjdjdksksnjsjsksjs

but also like this:

AGHRJDKDOSKNSOAOAJD

☆ i can sing and play the piano

☆ my fav colours are green, brown, and black

☆ top 10 emojis in no specific order: 🎀👹😻🤣😰😝🔥😨😈😁

☆ enfp-t

☆ i make an obscene amount of 'your mum' jokes

☆ i tend to overshare to keep a conversation going then regret it later :(

☆ no capitals. only lowercase 》:)

sorry it's so long!! mwa love you bye!!!

sirius black, but with a hint of barty sprinkled in there.

[thebibutterflyao3]

Day 13 - Prompt: Jail @jegulus-microfic December Daily Series - 498 words

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James was avoiding him. That was the only logical explanation for his sudden disappearance every time Regulus entered a room. By Wednesday, it seemed to be a habit. James didn’t even look up from his phone before wandering away when Regulus entered the inn’s gym.

While the reaction was in fact, logical, Regulus hated it. If there was one thing he disliked even more than being shadowed, it was being ignored. Being caught between the bars in a jail of his own making was infuriating.

The worst part was when it happened while Sirius was mid-conversation with him. James would suddenly turn and leave, while his brother trailed off in confusion. Regulus worried that the progress he and Sirius made would be lost if this continued. It wasn’t tenable to avoid him entirely.

Finally, he had enough. If he didn’t sort this out, he would end up strangling the man. Regulus followed James into the bedroom when Sirius was in the shower. He closed the door and locked it, then leaned against it.

“Wait, what…” James trailed off, looking for an exit. When his gaze landed on the window, Regulus glared.

“Don’t even think about it. This is the second floor.”

James gestured wildly. “I don’t have any other options!”

“You could stay?” he snapped. Regulus inhaled deeply and reigned it in. “I mean, I want you to stay.”

“Me? Why? You said it yourself. You’re here to see Sirius.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to leave. This is ridiculous, and it’s annoying Sirius.”

James threw his hands out in frustration. “What should I do? You clearly can’t stand me. I’m trying not to ruin everything for Sirius!”

“Can’t stand you? What are you talking about?”

“If I’m close to you, you run away! You look at me like I’m a threat, like you think I’m going to eat you.”

”No, I don’t!” Regulus protested, crossing his arms. “You’re overreacting.”

James stomped across the room, then flailed his hands in front of Regulus’s face while nonsensical noises poured from his mouth. Regulus jerked back so fast that his head smashed into the door. He stared up with wide eyes.

“See! You’re doing it again!”

“You twat!” Regulus huffed and shoved at his chest. “You scared the fuck out of me.”

James didn’t step back. He braced his hands against the door on either side of Regulus and let his forehead drop until it rested against his own, in defeat.

“Just tell me what to do, Black. Tell me to piss off, and I will, but if you want me to stay, you can’t-”

Regulus covered James’s mouth with his hand and swallowed hard. They were too close. He needed to move or he would do something stupid, like snog James. That would ruin everything.

Or fix everything.

Pandora’s voice in his head was proof that he was going mad. Completely, obscenely, beautifully… Hazel eyes pleaded with him, dissolving every thought from his mind.

Shite. I want to kiss him.

Next Part>>>

[arliedraws]

Okay but wait. Sirius ousting Greyback and taking over as pack leader, and he definitely illegally has a wand and does magic (some are spells he read in books in the Black family library, others are made up because he's just That Smart), and then one day this obscenely handsome man who says his name is James Potter appears in camp and says he's from the Order of the Phoenix....and he has a counteroffer from Albus Dumbledore...and he comes in completely wandless and defenseless and is at the mercy of Sirius....ooooooh yes this is delicious. I need it.

Dude. I was thinking about this on the way home. Ideas:

- Sirius is bitten when he’s off wandering after dark as a child, maybe at a Black country house

- In attempt to conceal their son’s affliction, Orion and Walburga Black try to keep him contained during his transformations—ultimately, this leads to the werewolf breaking free of his prison and killing them and Regulus. The rest of the Blacks cast him out, and he’s taken in by Greyback and lives with his pack.

And then I start rambling even more below:

- Sirius really doesn’t like Greyback, but as a child, he doesn’t have much of a choice but to stay. He grows up, wishing he could go to Hogwarts but Greyback forbids it, so Sirius attempts to find ways of being a wizard on his own. This leads to him stealing wands until he finds one that suits him. By the time he’s a teenager, he’s created spells and charms and learned a few things from his fellow pack-mates who went to Hogwarts. Greyback, however, begins to see Sirius as a threat to his power—this leads to bloody altercations during the full moon. Finally, Greyback realizes he picked the wrong boy to bite—Sirius isn’t going to follow his lead forever, so he tries to kill Sirius. The pack, however, is tired of Greyback and supports the teenaged Sirius as the new pack leader, ousting Greyback (who, of course, vows revenge).

- As pack leader to the 15-20 members, Sirius takes his position very seriously. He finds them a new place to live—maybe an old, abandoned country house (an abandoned Black house?)—and they begin to thrive as a little feral community. This pack becomes stronger and stronger, attracting more and more werewolves, and Sirius struggles to keep their pack secret, forbidding the pack from creating more werewolves.

- I can’t get out of my head Sirius loving the kids of their pack and playing with them and just being fiercely protective of them.

- The pack is also basically a gang, and they survive off of theft and other small crimes, but it’s attracting Ministry attention. When Voldemort comes to the 22-year-old pack leader, offering protection and full privileges of a wizard in exchange for the werewolves’ loyalty, Sirius finds it difficult to resist, but doesn’t trust Voldemort at all. Voldemort promises to restore him to his birthright as the Black heir, but Sirius doubts it.

- With the Ministry hot on their trail, Sirius knows he’s either got to move the pack or break it up or accept Voldemort’s protection. THEN, James Potter shows up. He relinquishes his wand, claiming he comes in peace.

- Sirius is a bit surprised that Dumbledore knows where the pack is, but James assures him they’ll leave the pack alone even if Sirius refuses Dumbledore’s offer. Sirius doesn’t trust wizards, and he doesn’t trust James, although he’s drawn to this sharply intelligent, handsome young wizard. James can’t help but like Sirius too, and he laments to Sirius that they didn’t go to Hogwarts together.

- The offer is simple: the Order will help keep the pack concealed and keep each member from the Werewolf Registry (which keeps werewolves from getting jobs and strips them of particular rights as part of the magical community). Sirius scoffs at the idea that Dumbledore would have the pack assimilate into society, but the idea that the pack could earn money instead of having to resort to theft is tempting. Sirius considers it—and then adds a new stipulation: James is a fully qualified wizard and he MUST teach Sirius all that he knows. Which means James will have to visit weekly :)

- Other drama. I dunno, Harry’s gotta exist somehow.

- Maybe Greyback has started a new pack and has pledged loyalty to Voldemort. Now that Sirius has accepted the Order’s offer, his pack is under threat.

- yada yada yada, this shit writes itself

Thank you for going on this journey with me, Imp. I can’t get this out of my head.

[cassetteinability]

@microcest / peeping tom / 525 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic / black / tw incest nsfw

Sirius didn’t mean to watch — he didn’t mean to find out at all, if he was being honest. He just needed to know Regulus was okay, that the nightmares plaguing him weren’t too intense. That he wasn’t crying out in fear or agony even in his sleep.

“Be a good boy,” Sirius heard, as soon as he reached Regulus’ door, and he knew that voice. He knew the second he put his eye to the keyhole that he would see Narcissa in Regulus’ room. “Say it!”

Regulus shook his head minutely, and Sirius had never been so grateful for the placement of Regulus’ bed, right there at the center of the bedroom, offering him a perfect view.

He was sprawled out in the middle of his oversized bed, pale body splayed out over his black sheets, his hair blending in with the fabric. Narcissa was kneeling between his legs, entirely naked aside from a deep red harness around her ass and thighs.

She snapped her hips forward roughly, making Regulus gasp.

“Whose cock are you thinking of, hm?” Narcissa asked, lifting a hand to pinch at one of Regulus’ nipples. Sirius held his breath, waiting for the response.

Was this a game the two of them played? Some sort of fantasy recreated for them both?

Regulus shook his head again, but it only spurred Cissy on further as she began to fuck Regulus’ ass harder and faster. The sounds coming out of Regulus’ mouth were obscene, and going straight to Sirius‘ cock.

He knew he shouldn’t be — this was his brother — but Sirius was so hard, the tip of his cock leaking precome instantly. He pressed a palm to his length, sliding it over the fabric of his pajama pants, willing away the pressure and the overwhelming need.

“Fuck,” Regulus whined, finally breaking his silence. “Sirius, fuck!”

Sirius stilled, breath catching in his throat at his brother’s words, at the proclamation.

All at once, Regulus was coming, Narcissa’s thin fingers mercifully wrapping around his width and stroking him through his orgasm. Regulus’ lips continued moving around the letters of Sirius’ name, moaning around the syllables until Sirius was coming in his own pants, hardly touched at all.

Sirius forced his labored breathing to quiet as he continued watching through the keyhole.

Narcissa pulled out of Regulus’ hole, a soft laugh escaping her lips. “Always Sirius,” she mused, as she slid the harness down her thighs and off her legs entirely.

Regulus hummed, his beautiful face relaxed as he smiled back at her. “Yeah, I’m fucked.”

Narcissa laughed again.

“And whose pussy were you pretending to be fucking with that dildo, hm?” Regulus asked knowingly, suddenly grabbing Narcissa by the waist and flipping the two of them over. “Bella’s or Andy’s?”

Narcissa smirked, shoving Regulus’ head down between her legs in lieu of a response.

“Be a good girl and say it,” Regulus cooed, throwing Narcissa’s words back at her before diving in and swiping his tongue over her clit.

If this was the way they always played, next time Sirius and his cousins would have to crash their little party and give them what they really wanted.

[lulu-recs]

never have I ever written a love letter by wannnabesuper

during a drinking game, remus lets slip that he's written a love letter. sirius (and an increasingly large group of friends) won't rest until they get to the bottom of this!

confessional spaces by thatfilmgraduate

sirius black is trapped in an enclosed space with his best friend and fellow marauder, remus lupin, and some interesting truths come to light.

or: sirius black asks a lot of questions and remus lupin is a moody fucker.

the light that blinds my eyes by aryastark_valarmorghulis

sirius is in love. remus is too, he just doesn't know it yet.

in which sirius is demi and pines a lot, remus is oblivious, and they should move together as soon as possible.

possibly a date by anonymous

basically sirius asks remus to dinner, but remus doesn't realize it's a date.

it's me or the dog by ruarcher (coriesocks)

sirius didn’t realise how much he relied upon his best friend (and took him for granted) until he was replaced. with a dog.

come in from the cold by goodboylupin (somebetterwords)

the first Hogsmeade weekend of sixth year. alternatively: in which sirius frets and works to keep remus warm, james argues it’s not that cold, remus wishes the cold brought something more, and peter just wishes everyone would get their heads out of their asses.

solntse by lumosinlove

sirius, a young russian billionaire hires remus, who is working part time as a call boy to make ends meet. things happen, feelings occur.

that’s the art of getting by by sarewolf ♡

“what do you want me to do?” remus says, tiredly. all he wants is to curl up on his bed. smoke a pack of cigarettes. get drunk. he can’t stop looking at harry. “remus...” dumbledore is gentle. remus hates when he has that tone. hates that he knows it will hurt. “there is no one else left.” a bitter laugh escapes him. “so you’ll curse the poor thing with a werewolf for a guardian?”

lonely dancers by anonymous

remus didn't want to go out in the first place, and now lily's gone and his crush is kissing someone else. Nothing can save this from being the worst nightout ever. except maybe another person, who's also by himself... coincidentally

wading in waist-high water by colgatebluemintygel ♡

remus is a phd student and hobbyist baker who finds himself adrift following his father’s death. on a whim, he enters the great british bake off and is swept up in a flurry of curdled custard, shrunken souffle, and under-proved dough. remus expects to be challenged and to embarrass himself on public television. what he doesn’t account for are the friendships he develops with the other contestants and the deep connection he forms with his teenage crush, sirius black: charming ex-boy band member and bake off presenter.

or

sirius groans, dropping his head back into his hands. “it’s the dough,” he mumbles into the skin of his palms. “it’s the kneading. it’s his hands. they’re obscene.” lily laughs. “they are a bit, aren’t they?”

customers only by orphan_account ♡

"dragging her eyes back to sirius, the hostess pointed a perfectly manicured nail to the sign on the podium that read: restroom for customers only." a charming stranger saves sirius black from a sticky situation when little harry's on the verge of wetting himself.

just like the movies by venusjewels

standing off to the side of the red carpet, sirius wasn’t nervous at all. he had a flask of vodka and blind confidence, what more did he need?

sirius is a reluctant red carpet interviewer for the 2023 awards season.

remus is a charming movie star that just so happens to attend a lot of awards shows.

the best by far is you by orphan_account

padfoot and moony meet over mutual follows on tumblr. remus, the blind student, hires sirius, the fallen aristocrat, to be a reader for his classes. they fall in love in separate ways, and fall apart. then fall together. their love is almost as ridiculous as they are.

my jokes are my armour, my kindness is my sword by littleoldrachel ♡

“my mum died last year,” sirius says at last, perhaps more bluntly than he intended – perhaps not given the defiant set of his chin. “and we don’t have a gravestone yet, till the ground settles or whatever, so I want something I can put there to represent her and how toxic she was.” remus blinks. whatever he had expected sirius to say, it hadn’t been that. he had inferred that he and regulus had a complicated relationship with their blood family, but this was a wholly unexpected turn. unfortunately, instead of the empathic response he knows is in there somewhere, what comes out is: “yes, that sounds like a perfectly healthy response to grief.”

you and me, moony by amethystheart2421

prompt 85: ambiguous loyalties during the first war. they’re both using each other to get a piece of sirius they can’t have. au in which remus was in ravenclaw and only became friends with sirius in later years at hogwarts. remus is staying at sirius's flat resting after a full moon when his old boyfriend shows up... his old boyfriend, who happens to be sirius's little brother, and a death eater.

hot library hunk by thefeistyrogue

sirius and james fight over who gets to serve the hot library hunk that comes into their cafe.

to say goodbye is not forever by greywolfandmoon

when remus lupin falls in love, he lets go. when he lets go, he writes. he stores all his letters in a shoebox underneath his bed. one day, to his horror, all his letters are magically sent out ...and James has an idea. inspired by to all the boys I've loved before by jenny han. no prior knowledge needed.

by any other name by under_the_willow ♡

it was chance that brought sirius to moony's new and used books on one cold winter's morning - chance, and james potter. he couldn't tell if it was destiny that put remus lupin behind the front desk.

destiny or not, sirius finds himself visiting the quaint bookstore more and more, until he can't imagine going a day without dropping by to talk to remus, and share a cup of tea.

he finds himself captivated by the amber-eyed man - who seems to have even more secrets than sirius himself. secrets that show themselves in mysterious scars and an unnamed illness, and mingle with the one sirius keeps tucked away in his pocket, in the shape of a wooden wand.

but secrets don't like being shoved to the side, and it's only a matter of time before the truth makes itself known.

scent of summer snow by tracingpatterns

remus had spent seven years watching james potter and sirius black. it was impossible not to the get drawn in by their magnetism, impossible not to watch them when they were together, impossible not to be affected by the way the whole world seemed to centre around them. it wasn't that he was jealous, exactly, but when he lay awake in bed listening to the two of them whisper, unaware that he was still awake, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be a part of that.

love by the seaside by viwrites

remus is an artist who, after a particularly messy breakup, finds himself drawn to the cornish coast. his fresh start is disrupted, however, when he meets someone who reminds him an awful lot of his ex-boyfriend.

under the glow of neon lights by viwrites

james swallows the last of his drink and takes an ice cube in his mouth, rolling it on his tongue and then cracking it between his molars. regulus wants to chase it down his throat – remus leans in close and does just that.

he can’t quite make it out from here, but he knows what it feels like. remus’ fingers digging half-moon marks into the soft flesh of james’ cheeks, holding him there and groaning into his mouth, the tangle of tongues – one ice cold and one blazing fucking hot.

regulus bites down hard on his lip and mumbles something that sounds like “sorry, I have to go.”

as it was by peachyybabe ♡

"you know it's not the same as it was" a story about falling in love with a stranger in a bookstore and learning how to live again.

best gift ever by spookeart ♡

“the sensation of his lover’s hands creeping under his clothes while he’s not even there and regulus is in a room full of people is exhilarating. regulus’ lips part in a silent cry, uncaring when drool leaks out of his mouth and drips on his lap. he can’t even make sense of the pleasure coursing through him that’s not his —and yet is his.”

or, james is devilish, so when he offers matching rings for regulus and him to wear, telling him they’re enchanted to connect their bodies so they can feel what the other feel, regulus expects nothing less from him than to use it at the least appropriate moment. and james doesn’t disappoint.

the thing by realityshowjunky

sirius continued: “I thought this little guy could keep you company while I’m at work.” remus laughed as the puppy planted lick upon lick across his face. “I love you,” he said.

sirius’ felt his own breath hitch. “I lo—”

“I love you,” remus repeated to the puppy, in a high-pitched voice sirius had never heard come out of his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

-

in which Sirius buys Remus a puppy and immediately regrets it.

how remus got his groove back by realityshowjunky ♡

after two years of noncommittal sex : remus tells sirius that he loves him. sirius firmly rejects him. remus tries to move on. sirius is not happy.

or

remus lupin becomes king of the cockroaches, fabian prewett writes a book, gilderoy lockhart is a catfish, and sirius black realizes he's a fucking idiot.

our destiny in the stars by orphan_account ♡

having no luck in the dating field, and insecure about his body, remus checks out a dating website which offers the users the opportunity to get to know a person before seeing what they look like. it's during this time he meets sirius, an enthusiastic teacher--and they immediately click. when they agree to meet, remus sees a photo of sirius and immediately panics. he's too good looking to ever be interested in someone like remus. what the tawny-haired man doesn't know, is sirius has already checked him out online and has fallen head over heels for the adorable editor.

fiery-coloured world by orphan_account

and though remus had a thick jumper and coat, they were still soaked and frozen as they ran across the pavement, laughing with their cold fingers clinging to each other like it was noah’s bloody flood and they were about to be swept away.

then someone—sirius was never sure who, though he often liked to take credit for it—closed the distance and lips met lips. and that was all it took, really. besotted. smitten. twitterpated—the word remus liked most of all.

sirius knew it would be minutes, moments, seconds before his heart told him he was in love and there was no going back from the emotional tidal wave that was remus bloody lupin.

in daylight by essie_cat

after twelve years in azkaban and two years on the run, sirius finally has the chance to settle down. remus does whatever he can to encourage that.

(or, instead of being bitter and depressed at grimmauld place, sirius gets chubby and domestic and grudgingly happy.)

hot child in the city by shes_reckless

sex worker/motel manager au. remus lupin is a motel manager who works the graveyard shift at a motel notoriously frequented by sex workers. sirius black is a regular.

the boy in the bordello by yumenouveau

regency era - london- sirius has spent the last five years starting a new life for himself as a brothel worker until late one night a stranger enters his room wanting only to talk.

the truth in the dare by marie_tomas ♡

remus has no idea why the gryffindors always dare sirius to snog him every time james, peter and sirius play truth or dare. yet for some reason, he can't bring himself to complain about it.

a dance move too complex by dark_owl_records

“he’s trying to find me a girlfriend,” remus admits.

lily immediately snorts at the prospect, but then, when turning to say something, she sees his face. what he looks like he can’t be sure, but it’s bad enough that she stops herself and says, “no, you're serious? He’s really… wow, boys are stupid.”

“lily.”

“right, no, sorry. just. why does he-?”

“it’s a long story.”

shaking things up by noisemakers

bartender!au. in an irritatingly thoughtful plot by serial matchmakers james potter and lily evans, remus lupin winds up at a gay bar in the middle of London. it just so happens that the bartender is a friend of james', and he's taken a special interest in remus.

swipe left for safety by remy_writes5 ♡

his finger hesitated over a picture of someone who absolutely couldn’t be real. he had long, dark hair that fell well past his shoulders and grey eyes that remus thought must have been either contact lenses or photoshopped. high cheekbones and sinful lips the man looked like a model. remus was not about to get catfished by a picture that was probably of someone famous that he just didn’t recognize. besides, what kind of a name was sirius anyway? it was obviously fake.

he swiped left. not today, satan.

“hard pass on that guy, huh?” someone said from above remus. “ouch.”

turn on my charm by bethanlovescoffee ♡

sirius black is a youtube phenomenon. a youtube phenomenon who develops a crush on his video editor.

discards by picascribit ♡

when assistant librarian sirius black develops a crush on a college student at the seattle public library, all he wants to know is whether he's cool about dating trans guys. but remus's life is more complicated than sirius ever could have guessed.

we will fill the cracks together by newskyillusion

remus works in a library and at his parents pub in a small, welsh town.

sirius black is doing his phd on werewolves and comes to a small, welsh town to do some research.

the bark's not always worse by sableunstable

sometimes, the bite's just as bad.

forever by orphan_account

sirius black--coda, outcast, family disappointment, and fairly famous youtuber who runs a sign language channel siriuslysigns with his best mate, james.

remus lupin-- vegan hipster who dropped out of university and lives with his best mate peter, and together run howlingmoon's diy, barmy science experiments, and ukulele tutorials channel.

when sirius becomes enamoured with moony's singing, he dedicates a sign tutorial in hopes he'll be noticed. this leads to exchanging of shout-outs and videos, and what sirius hopes, is a little something more.

[spindrifters]

hi I am coming here Very Anonymously to tell you that you should talk about hairy Sirius Black okay bye

ohhhhhhh the mystery but who could it be?

anyway so the thing you need to realize about sirius is that he has dark black hair and beautiful porcelain skin so pale it's nearly translucent.

so starting about third year, while peter smells rank and remus's shorts are verging on obscene because he's grown like 2 feet in 6 months and james is walking around with his voice breaking at 5 simultaneous octaves for a full year... sirius is just smooth sailing through puberty. he's the oldest and broadening out and has mastered deodorant and all in all, it's treating him very well. and then he starts growing actual stubble. like a man. which is just frankly fucking unfair.

so of course the boys start calling him pube face.

[danpuff-ao3]

In honor of this, my 32nd birthday, I will share with you my Top 32 favorite fics I've written! Cuz...self-love and self-promo and all that. (It's my birthday, give me a break!)

Please check all warnings & tags!

1: Contempt

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 20,400. Podfic available.

Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

2: Devotion

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 25,843.

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

3: The Curse of Anteros

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 53,433.

When Harry is cursed, he seeks out Severus Snape. They have a long history behind them, after all, and they've always had so much between them. Who else would he go to?

4: Collateral Damage

Draco/Ron. Rated: E. Words: 16,071.

What better means of revenge than seducing your enemy’s boyfriend? Nothing could possibly go wrong.

5: Orange Blossoms

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 3,472. Podfic available.

These are foolish times to have hope, and more foolish still to be in love. 

6: A Matter of Time

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,686.

Severus is outed as a spy and grievously injured. Harry doesn’t react well, leading those closest to him to wonder: Just why is Harry so devastated about Severus’ condition?

7: Cruel Summer

Harry/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 5,445.

Sirius rescues Harry. Number Twelve is a different sort of Hell than Number Four.

8: Lover Boy at Play

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,448.

The sex is bad. Yet Severus wants.

9: Teardrop in Your Palm

Harry/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 2,100.

Scorpius never meant to use the Amortentia.

10: In My Veins (In My Blood)

Harry/Severus. Harry/Death Eaters. Rated: E. Words: 7,042.

Voldemort wins the war and rewards the Death Eaters with a prize: Harry Potter. What he doesn't know is that Harry already belongs to one of them.

11: Wasted for Love

Harry/Severus. Harry/Ron/Hermione. Rated: E. Work in Progress.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are living happily ever after 5 years after the war. That is until the Prince returns, and with him all of the turmoil and temptation from the past.

12: Sugar, Honey

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Work in Progress.

Severus Snape has been down on his luck since the war ended. Enter: Harry Potter. With no other causes to occupy his time, he makes Severus an offer he can't refuse; but Severus can't help but wonder: what is it the boy really wants?

13: smile with sweet surprise

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: E. Work in Progress.

Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

14: Close Enough

Harry/Severus. Severus/other. Rated: E. Words: 1,553.

He likes them best as poor substitutions.

15: The Christmas Prince

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 13,750.

Harry and Snape are (kind of) set up on a blind date. Romance and chaos ensues.

16: Romantic Notions

Neville/plants. Neville/Severus (unrequited). Harry/Severus. Draco/Neville (minor). Rated: E. Words: 8,841.

Neville has feelings for Severus and no hope of reciprocation. At least he has his plants for company.

17: The Yellow Door

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 1,657. Podfic available.

Severus can't decide which world he wants to be in, and risks losing them both.

18: Black Skies

Regulus/Sirius. Regulus/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,353.

Sirius won't give Regulus the love he needs, so he seeks it from Severus instead.

19: Phlegethon

Harry/Severus. Draco/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,219.

Severus makes the same mistake twice (and he's definitely going to hell for it).

20: The Best Kept Secrets

Harry/Severus. Ginny/Harry. James Sirius/Teddy. Albus Severus/OFC. Rated: E. Words: 115,583.

It was no secret that Ginny Potter favored her daughter over her sons. Only Albus knew this was because Lily was Ginny’s only child.

21: Obscene

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,864.

Never has Severus been so wet outside of heat. It’s humiliating; obscene.

22: Hyacinth Wild

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,403.

Neville brings sex pollen to a inter-House party, and Harry wakes up in Professor Snape's bed.

23: Sweet Nothing

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,080.

It's up to Harry to save the day, as always. This time that means getting married and getting fucked.

24: Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3,695.

Draco is trapped with Sirius at Number Twelve, the summer between fifth and sixth year. He's a shiny new toy Sirius can't resist.

25: The Perfect Shade of Purple

Tom/Albus. Rated: E. Words: 1,101.

Who's using who?

26: The Perfect Tree

Neville/Percy. Rated: T. Words: 9,043.

Percy is looking for the Christmas tree. Neville helps him find it.

27: Red All Over

Ginny/Gwenog. Rated: E. Words: 1,586.

It’s that time of the month. You know. The time for sex. OR: Gwenog & Ginny celebrate the Harpies' latest win the best way they know how.

28: 2+2=4some

James/Lily. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,840.

Lily and James spying on their son's intimate moments. And occasionally joining in.

29: Exposure

Harry/Severus. Harry/others. Rated: E. Words: 3,854.

Harry Potter's sex-capades are all over the news.

30: Take Heed, Dear Heart

fem!Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 3,635.

Are you willing to die for the one you love? Are you willing to kill for them?

31: Clandestine Meetings & Stolen Stares

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,337.

How bad does one have to be to earn detention with the headmaster? …As bad as one has to be, when one wants to be there. 

32: The Gift of Love

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,521.

5 times Harry gives Severus a gift, and 1 time Severus returns the favor.